A moth is engulfed in madness
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Does not draw zigzags along, rushes across
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And someone's palm will indifferently remove the ashes
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No agony, blind will, only gloomy rock
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Frozen in place, not daring to step
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Let not trampled, but confused
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I would like to understand at least where I am
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I would like to understand at least where I am!
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The idea hits the face, the idea
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Life creeps forward like a snake
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I would like to understand at least where I am
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I would like to understand at least where I am!
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They told me: "Do not torture yourself with the mores of style
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To find a place for yourself among the list of glorious surnames
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Talent, a little effort. |
Do not believe that the main thing is strength
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Let your boat float in calm.
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But you pressed your own, alerted
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You either divide into three, or in a moment we throw a noose
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Snotty slobbers you extolled in one hour,
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And justice is given out by the dogs of Baskerville
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Who are all these people around me?
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Why am I always in beautiful fruits?
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Let them say that someone is a rogue here, as if I
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And in the corner in the head the semi-corpse of a rebel trembles
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This is clearly not the world you were squealing about
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Equally not the one that the children dreamed of
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So deep that nothing can reach the sky
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Sea or land, where is the one who will help the lost?
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The air is stinking, musty, suffocating
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Left, right pulls rotten
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Among the whores covered in carcasses
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Under spitting, I open my soul to you!
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Frozen in place, not daring to step
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Let not trampled, but confused
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I would like to understand at least where I am
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I would like to understand at least where I am!
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And whatever one may say, Nigative didn't roll, not that style
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Not handsome - well, I'm sorry. |
The meaning of the spire released
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Not ready, not that syllable, didn't go under anything
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Strange type, fucking shame, not a sweatshirt, not a coat
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No, who are you to tell me something
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And to impose your miserable nonsense?
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Let's decide right here, then churn
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From now on, I will only do what I want!
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Frozen in place, not daring to step
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Let not trampled, but confused
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I would like to understand at least where I am
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I would like to understand at least where I am!
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The idea hits the face, the idea
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Life creeps forward like a snake
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I would like to understand at least where I am
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I would like to understand at least where I am!
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Frozen in place, not daring to step
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Let not trampled, but confused
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I would like to understand at least where I am
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I would like to understand at least where I am!
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Everything changes, but only inside the constant
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Another butterfly hurries to the light of another lamp
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Those epitaphs are written, those praises are sung,
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But all in essence are convicts, prisoners |